You don’t get caught

You silently begin to alter the numbers in the ledger to look like crude images; turning 0’s into breasts, 1 into penises, 3’s into hairy balls and even turning a 69 into a detailed pictogram of 2 ladies eating each other out. You can feel your heartbeat pounding, fearing that at any moment the old woman might spot you, but also finding a strange enjoyment in the feeling.

You glance up every few seconds to check on the gnome’s cleaning progress and as she get's close to finishing, you return the quill to the inkwell where you found it and turn the page back to the one she was originally writing, which you made sure to leave untouched. Ducking down behind the desk to remain undetected, you wait for her to bend down once more before making your move to head back into the hallway.

Once you are about half-way down the hall, you feel safe enough to let out a relieved sigh, your nervous hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline rush. An invisible hand gently caresses your cheek and warmth floods your chest at the knowledge that you have pleased your deity.

With your mischievous duties completed, you can now focus on some relaxation… maybe.